Garren Brighteyes
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| G-air-en Bright-eyes | |
| Created by | Eve |
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| Gender | Male |
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| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Bondmate(s) | Angelique al'Chan |
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| Nationality | Andoran |
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Garren Brighteyes is an Andoran Wolfkin and Gaidin of the Grey Tower.
Description
Standing at 5'10" exactly, Garren is neither tall, nor short. He is average. In fact, the same could be said for his entire visage. His hair is brown, neither dark nor light, and long, falling passed his shoulder blades. Kept in a strict tail bound at the base of his neck, it stays down upon his back, rarely falling over his shoulders, in lazy waves that are always freshly brushed when he wakes and when he goes to sleep. When wet, it is slicked straight back from his head, but when dry is normally parted straight down the middle. His skin is darkened by almost forty years beneath the sun's rays. He prefers to keep perfectly shaved, he is clean cut, without mustache or beard. His features are neither small nor large, though they have become almost severe, lines etched around his mouth and eyes, frown lines battling the smile lines that were once there, from passed agony. He is almost entirely nondescript..... Except for his eyes.
His eyes are bright golden, shining beneath the light of the sun or moon. They seem to absorb any light given to them, almost giving off a faint light of their own. The pupils are slightly enlarged, a bronze ring around the black pupils that glimmers. They are clearly the eyes of a wolf, and flash with blood lust when he is angry, or glimmer with good will when he is pleased. They are almost as expressive as his mouth.
His body is muscular without being to large, and could easily fit in the 'middle' sized category, if not the larger side of thin. Any excess fat has long since been worked off his body, leaving a strong frame to house the taunt muscles that he possesses. He is never seen without two daggers at his side, one a simple bone dagger, long used and many times mended. It was made by his own hand from a trolloc hip bone when he was very young. The other is an old iron dagger with a wooden hilt. On the hilt is the rough etching of a running wolf. Upon his back, he always keeps "Whistler", the iron quarter staff given to him the day he bonded his first Aes Sedai, Jenna Sedai. He dresses in neutral brown, greens, grays, and blacks, and often will bled into even the most urban environments. He is almost invisible in the wild. He dresses his feet in rather expensive soft soled boots, perfectly tailored to fit his feet. It is the only thing he owns that is expensive. When he walks, he glides with all the pent up grace and beauty of a wolf, stalking amongst the Warder Yards to watch the young ones at their training. His feet make not a single noise on anything he steps upon, be it bare ground or hard tile.
Garren is no longer the young, curious man that he was when he first entered the tower over two decades ago. His once pure brown hair is now more salt and pepper, and the beard he came with but shaved is back. It, too, is streaked with white. The smile lines that once parked his eyes and the corners of his mouth have been replaced with deep lines of worry and pain. Bright yellow eyes peer out from beneath thick brows, subdued and quiet, watching without giving away much. A scar traces the left side of his face, starting near his hairline and slashing across one eye and cheek before disappearing into his thick beard. Another scar slashes his throat, where a failed second smile was once traced. Both scars are old, but will never fade fully away.
He is a man of average height, neither tall nor short. However, his form is extremely strong even in his advancing years. He has never drank anything but water, and his meals consist of a large part of meat. Each day for him is filled with working out, hunting, and sparring. He is not a man that enjoys lounging, and this is seen in his body. Because of this, he is often remembered as taller than he truly is. His skin is a deep, tanned brown after being exposed to the sun his entire life. His expression is normally serious and reserved, but when he does smile it is a strange, opened toothed smile of a wolf and often unsettles people until they realize he is smiling and not snarling at him.
Biography
My name is Garren Brighteyes. At least that is the name I have chosen for myself. Truthfully I do not know my real name, not the name my parents gave me( if they ever did). For as long as I can remember I have answered to the name Brighteyes. As is quite obvious, I am what is generally referred to as a "wolf brother". Though I don't know why, possibly because they found out what I would be able to do and were afraid, my parents abandoned me when I was very young (maybe only a few days maybe a few years, probably the later). I'm sure it won't surprise you to know that a young wolf mother found me and raised me. I lived in an Andorian woods that I believe you call Braem Wood. My life growing up has never been overly exciting (the closest thing I can remember is that once I helped the rest of my pack take down a lone trolloc.) But throughout my life I have always avoided human villages and humans themselves. Lately though I have wondered to myself, why. "Why are hum ans given this gift if they were meant to isolate themselves from their two legged brethren. Wouldn't be put to better use to help members of both species?" Obviously my pack brothers didn't agree. I decided to come here both to learn more about myself and to try to find ways that I could put my talents to good use. My wolf-brothers definitely did not like that. They agreed only to escort me as far as the mountains then they would leave me to my course.
Along the way I passed through a small village. Pulling a hood that I had found somewhere along my path over my eyes(I had already learned that my appearance startled and angered people) I proceed into town to hone up on my "people skills" (haha just a little joke.... no I didn't think it was that funny either). As I walked through the town I noticed an adolescent dog make it's way towards me. Imagine my surprise when it gazed upon me with the same yellow eyes I possessed! This "dog" must have been half or three fourths breed wolf! Contact with it was scetchy at best at first but I quickly discovered that it was called Whisper (sorta, it more closely means the sound a young pup make when it tries unsuccessfully to sneak up on it's elders through tall grass but even that's not quite it) Because it was half in the tame world and half in the wild world, like myself, we quickly became close companions and he moved on with me the next day when I left. (To the relief of the town I'm sure). From there I quickly travelled to The Grey Tower where I hope to put my abilities to your best use. Please, I hope that you will except me and that if you do I will be able to do you honor. My future lay at your feet good sirs and madams.
Career History
- Drin (5 August 2007)
- Ji'val (20 November 2007)
- Gaidin (24 November 2008)
- Master of Spies (12 February 2010)
- Gaidin Captain (7 September 2010)
